Ringo

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*Tape starts playing*Hell... hello? Oh, how do I turn this on? Is... is it on? *Tape stops*

*Tape starts again* Hello, Oh, I think it's working... yes, hello, yes, it works, okay, hi. My name is Paul McCracker, and I have a story to tell, I hope that you listen to it so you can understand the reason why everything happened the way it did, yes, you...  this is my story.

Okay, so... some years ago, I this man by the name of Ringo Starr, he was a little hunk of cuttness since he was smaller than me, he was a thin blue-eyed man with an enormous nose, a nose that I found attractive since the very first moment I met him (for some unknown reason), we had a lot of things in common, so we started dating a few days, I never thought that I would fall in love with him so hard with a matter of time, but I did. He was so nice to me and every single thing that he said was a beautiful melody I desired to hear, and when he kissed me it was the only thing that I wanted to do and the only place I wanted to be. We moved together and since then we have lived in a nice house with enough space for six people even though the only ones who live here are the two of us, but it was perfect... and it still is.

The first months we had fun singing together while I took a bath and he cleaned the toilet seat,  everything was perfect and that was the way it was supposed to be. Some months later we had a big surprise, I was pregnant! We didn't care if it was possible or not because we were full of joy in the moment we were told that I was going to give birth to a beautiful baby girl called Faulina, named after me (or something). 

Faulina was our little bundle of joy and I promised to love her forever. The first weeks I could only think of her, and be with her. I thought that it would be like this forever, and I was fine with it. I was in love with the idea of spending the rest of my life taking care of such a beautiful creature.

-Paul, babe, can I ask you something?- Ringo asked me one night when Faulina was already sleeping, lying in bed with his black boxers.

-Of course, honey... - I replied with my hot dog pajamas on.  

-Do you still...- he started to ask nervously and with a cracked voice. 

-What is it?- I asked getting closer to him, almost kissing his lips.

-Do you still...love me?- he finished the sentence almost scared-  You never pay attention to me anymore.

He was right, I was paying more attention to Faulina than to anything else, including myself. 

-Oh, Gogo, of course! I am so sorry, darling, it's... it's just that... you know, Faulina demands a lot of attention because she is very young, but soon it will go back to normal, I promise!- I answered, and oh, what a lie, since that day everything was anything but normal. 

He kissed me goodnight with a forced smile and fell asleep quickly, but I stayed up all night thinking about how I was going to save our relationship that was slowly dying because of me, but I never imagined what was about to happen the next day... the day I met John Lennon. 


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